Car Thick

Ah, another update. The only reason is....cause it's a brother's birthday, Kartik. thus, the title for those a lil on the slow side. ;)

HAPPY B'day!!! atototototototo
I'm gonna take this chance to thank you for always being there for us, though we're always teasing you about something or another. Trust me, when ur not there, those 2 tend to bully me more. And the only reason we call you "Giri" is because is sounds fun when u say it repeatedly really quick (you just tried it didnt you)

Look at the logo on his shirt.

I've heard about your latest Jactivities, and what more can I say but I TOLD YOU SO. Anyway, i still think someone with a mini bar is way cooler. And another thing, listen to Pj. He's less fun, but most of the time closer to the reality of things.

Enjoy your 18th man, you don't have to fake anymore ID's. I would say, good luck with the ladies, but you being you wouldn't need the luck.

He's always only liked the Desi type.

Sakit Hati Aku

SOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, i don't usually update so soon, but this time, like the post title..........SAKIT HATI AKU!!! and I really need to vent.

See, I lost my wallet. With my IC, ATM Cards, and "ahem". It had like 20 bucks inside, thank God. But the wallet its like 2 months old, and it was the most expensive thing a friend has ever given me. And it was so pretty. I lost it on the bus, pick pocket. First thing that I did when I realised it was lost...was call syg. Mostly out of guilt, cause she got it for me. She didn't sound too happy.

I was wrong, talking about it didn't make me feel any better about loosing it.

Lets talk about something else. hmmm............

thinking...

thinking...


ahhh........I've got one.

Well, this happenned somewhere earlier this year, back when I was still in college. I had this appointment with some manager to check out this gym in Taman Jaya. and I was told I could bring a friend, so obviously I got Pj.

We were in KL central, just walking out of McD, towards the LRT....when suddenly someone, held my arm. I turned around to see who it was, it was this girl, in her 20's, about 5'8, slender, skin the colour of latte, with a black tank top and fitting denims. I shot a look at Pj, he looked at me wide eyed, his eyes saying, Major Score. So there i was, 2 seconds in heaven, thinking she was gonna hit on me....when she gave me a cheeky smile and mutterred.....

Hot Girl: chip
Cj: huh?
Hot Girl: chip... Your chip!!
Cj: What??
Hot Girl:Your Chip!!
Pj: your zip! your zip!
Cj: Oh Shit!!

Then i realised, she had a lisp, so everytime she wanted to say zip, it sounded like chip. So there I was, super malu-fied...and I pulled up my zip. And she had her bunch of friends behind her, giggling at the drama that just happened. I turned around and walked away fast, I couldn't even bring myself to thank her from saving me from further humilation

Well, since then i've TRIED to be more careful about my fly, checking it every few minutes just to make sure. And actually, thank the Lord i use an apron on the job, it avoids further humilation.

Speaking of humiliating moments, this is how the bear spells Motivational. lol

Caught in My Bubble

(thats a real rifle she's holding, it belongs to her mom!)

CONGRATULATIONS CJ! You've done it again!
pro·cras·ti·nate (pr-krst-nt, pr-)

v.
pro·cras·ti·nat·ed, pro·cras·ti·nat·ing, pro·cras·ti·nates

v.intr.

To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.

v.tr.

To postpone or delay needlessly.


Honestly I really can sound busy, from the frequency of my blog updates. When I'm not. So the very unanswered questionssss....

-Hey cj, How are you doing?
-What you doing now cj?
-Where you heading next cj?

Well, I'm right here. Balik kampung aku. Malacca. Doing pretty much nothing. well almost. the guys are in scotts, having a blast. Syg is busy most of the time. Everyone else seems to be something or another. Actually,my only buddy here would be Shearl, who's really busy too. And before anyone takes to guessing, no I'M NOT DEPRESSED.

.After 18 months of living without a tv, I'm done watching Heroes, catching up on the Friends re-run (honestly, i think everyone feels the pain when Ross and Rachel get into a bump in their relationship) and me being me, I just have to watch Desperate Housewives.

And of course.....Medical based shows, that never ever get cliché


-House
-Royal Pains
-Greys Anatomy
-Scrubs
-ER

ER would be the most realistic of them all, and of course the least fun. Sad eh?

Some of you guys would know this already, and it's a little to late to mention it here, especially since I just sent in my letter of resignation yesterday, I have a Job, and yes I'm quitting soon. I've been working for 3 months now, a barista in Coffee Bean. I've always found the beverage industry pretty sexy, bartenders, a barista would do fine. Untill you realise, you gotta wear an apron on the job. Making espresso is not as laid back as it sounds, but boy is it fun. My manager seems to be on a constant pms, and the fire died when I walked in on her (no details).

The other baristas....are.....ummm....make it short, gay. Which I'm totally cool with, so there's no testosterone tension around when an attractive customer walks in. Now thats laid back. Don't call me judgmental, I'm not assuming they're gay. I did have a hunch when i saw em putting on lip gloss before their shift, but I didnt say anything. (cause i have a very straight friend who does the same) (snail i hope ur reading this) The other barista is ridiculously handsome,and one day he introduced me to his boyfriend. AND THAT WAS HOW I KNEW HE WAS GAY. And this just proves Ray right.... "the best of em are always Gay"

And I enjoy working around this guys....they are so much nicer, soft spoken, considerate. Just like women minus the occasional bitch-fit.


Anyhoo, this post answers all but the last query, only because I myself have no idea what is is. And I'm dreading it.

Oh yes, I'm absolutely in love, with Coldplay. IF you take me to watch them live, IF you hand me Margaret, IF you give me an Absolute shot, then I MAY fall madly in love with you.

Check out this picture, a hotel painted that image on their smoking lounge ceiling, to make a statement. lol.

Sha sha sha…..blablabla

I think you look really grumpy in the picture. It looks like ur talking on the flower stem instead of a phone.

Anyway, I have no idea what time it is in Bristol but you just turned legal here. so, Happy Birthday Li  Sha !!

Ish! time flies, it was like yesterday when I met you, the pompous girl at Crab Island.  I still have no idea how we clicked, you being one of the first I met. And REALLY honestly, you are still too weird for me to understand.

My font here is green, cause I’m so jealous! You’re in Bristol! Everytime I read your blog, I go through 5 minutes of severe depression. And you just know how to rub it in with the beautiful scenery shots. Argh!! But I’m still happy for you, though I still can’t imagine you getting a job there. Unless, like you said, a librarian.

Anyway, I still owe you a reply letter, and we consider this post one k :) ? So you owe me one now (i cant believe we kept the letters going for more then a year now)

Wish you all the best in everything, law, publishing, Ed boy, cooking and being incredibly stuck up :)
(btw, have you called PJ to apologise yet, he’s expecting it now you know, heh..)

                                                                                                                                                                       Lots of love, xoxo

Eve

The simple irony.

What the fudge?

Right now, I do feel a little gay. Cause I'm posting this, thinking about Timo. He turns 19 today, the oldest in the brotherhood. So here's to you bro! Regretfully, i can't join u guys right now. I bet u guys just came back from BF Cafe, with Tim's good friend, Mr. Walker.

Timo, the oldest of us 4, has been playing the role of the big bro and thus the nickname Mamma. he's been in Brickfields since forever, so he shows us the nooks and the hooks. Always there being a......errr......teddy (in shearl's words) he's there wen ur down, ready to drop some advice, and of course insult.

Timo's definitely an anomaly when it comes to being a pastor's kid (in the best way possible, i mean that) with his dubious activities. hmmm.. actually the title of this post was a song we wrote for tim, with all his "projects". No details required.

At first appearance, Timo probably scares the shit out of most people (tribute to his eyebrow piercing) but this guy has his spots. it's so funny the way he gets insecure wen Pj got a man crush on Timo's brother.(I'm so dead for posting that) Or when Adam gives him a tongue lashing on F******, hehe,

Anyway timo, ur a blog stalker, I know u'd eventually read this. And then deny it. So Happy Birthday to the Fat Homo Timo!!


Love you to bits man, and even a bottle of Absolute Vodka Citrus Flavour can't do justice for the hit u took for us.

I Got A Feeling

So, when is comes to procrastinating, I come close to taking the top stops. I was suppose to update a loong time ago. But I'm here now. :)

From my title, i guess you could tell what this is gonna be about.

Yes, I was at Arthur's Day.

Actually it's not that big a deal, saying that i was one of 15000 there. But for me, hehe, I was like a kid in a toy shop. Syg got me tickets for my birthday, it was suppose to be a surprise, but because of some glitches, it got exposed.

We reached there a little late, as usual, and we were stuck behind the crowd. A million miles away from the stage, we had to see through a screen, so we did the most logical thing at that point

-we squeezed and pushed
- and squeezed somemore

till we were 10 feet away from the dutchess herself. And no, I wasnt staring at her fake plastic ahem. Will.I.Am was always my favourite.

It was really nice when Will.I.Am whipped out his turntable, and turned the place to a club for the thousands. He did a Micheal Jackson tribute, which was awesome. Just before the concert, I was telling syg how I wanted to be at the Arthur's celebration in New York, cause Estelle was performing there.(she has a really smooth jazz voice) And guess what? Will.I.Am played Estelle's American Boy. So Fun. Like. Really.

A regret would be that, syg and I won tickets to meet and greet the BEP. (really, no kidding) But we couldn't collect our tickets, which had to be done a week before hand.

They even had the Boom Boom Pow dancers come (for those who've seen the MV, you'd know what I mean) And I just realised the Boom Boom Pow dancers were girls! Tall skinny girls. That explains why they don't have a crotch bulge when they wear those body tight outfits.

After the concert, there was a Huge display of fireworks, it was really sexy. Then we saw Ray's friend's outside. Oooo, Ray baked me cranberry cookies cause I liked The Cranberries so much. But she finished it before handing em to me. hahaha. little devil. Oh well, it's the thought that counts right?

Then we went back to the room, and the brotherhood was there, thew had this surprise birthday celebration for me there. They collabrated with syg, so that they know the exact time I'd reach the room. By the time we were done celebrating, the sun was rising, and Marlaw had to send Ray home, and he didnt have a 0.37 breath test level ;) . But Ray reached home in 1 piece. 1 little piece.

Honestly, though I absolutely adore Jason Mraz, BEP really did do a better performance( and sold their tickets for less). I guess the BEP were right when they named their album E.N.D. cause really the Energy Never Dies when it comes to their live.

I'll update soon okay? Really.

To Arthur!